Dillon said, “We’ve just knocked off these two killers.” He jerked his head to the two bodies. “They’re Little Ernie’s mob.”
“Who are you?” the woman stammered.
“The name’s Dillon—”
“Let him in for God’s sake!” Hurst snarled. “We’ll have the cops up here in a minute.”
The woman said, “Come in.”
Dillon walked into the apartment, followed by Myra, and the woman hastily closed the door.
Hurst covered Dillon with his gun. “Put that Thompson on the floor,” he said.
Dillon stared at him, shrugged, and put the gun down. He walked a little way past Hurst.
“Come on,” Hurst snapped. “What the hell’s going on?”
Dillon said, “Little Ernie’s gunnin’ for you. He sent those two punks up here. I heard about it and came down quick. That’s all.”